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Secrets
Did daddy put theses fears inside her head
The ones that make her want to die
Would he be happy if his girl was dead
Or would he feel remorse and cry
Should he of told her she was doomed for life
From the moment she was born
That every touch would cut her like a knife
And to the silence she was sworn
How did it make her daddy feel
To touch his daughter in this way
If she could make all her wishes real
Would she of made her daddy stay
She didn't want to see her daddy go
But she didn't want to hurt no more
And on her face she felt the tears flow
As he slipped out of the family door
She didn't want to talk to anyone
Of the roughness of his touch
She didn't know what horror was to come
She thought they couldn't hurt her much
And so his little baby girl
Decided she would fight them all
She couldn't know what was to unfurl
As they broke every fucking rule
Her mummy said that she could not relate
To what the child had kept inside
She took control of the child's fate
And would not let her daughter hide
The mummy took the child to every place
To try and squeeze from her the truth
And as the child blocked out her daddy's face
She grew into a bitter youth
Did her mummy really care
About the broken child
Why was she never even there
Back when she was defiled
And now grown up the girl pretends she's fine
Behind the sinister memories locked inside
She resents every fucking single time
That this child fell silent and lied
They asked her what her daddy did
They asked her how she felt
She still feels like a frightened kid
In this future she's been dealt
His breath still by her little ear
His hand between shaking legs
Her emotions mixed with love and fear
When after, her forgiveness he begs
She didn't want to hurt no one
She couldn't understand
What could this little girl of done
Controlled by mind and hand
And so she whispers in her sleep
Of the shadows in her past
Her secrets with her she must keep
Until her soul can rest at last.
The ones that make her want to die
Would he be happy if his girl was dead
Or would he feel remorse and cry
Should he of told her she was doomed for life
From the moment she was born
That every touch would cut her like a knife
And to the silence she was sworn
How did it make her daddy feel
To touch his daughter in this way
If she could make all her wishes real
Would she of made her daddy stay
She didn't want to see her daddy go
But she didn't want to hurt no more
And on her face she felt the tears flow
As he slipped out of the family door
She didn't want to talk to anyone
Of the roughness of his touch
She didn't know what horror was to come
She thought they couldn't hurt her much
And so his little baby girl
Decided she would fight them all
She couldn't know what was to unfurl
As they broke every fucking rule
Her mummy said that she could not relate
To what the child had kept inside
She took control of the child's fate
And would not let her daughter hide
The mummy took the child to every place
To try and squeeze from her the truth
And as the child blocked out her daddy's face
She grew into a bitter youth
Did her mummy really care
About the broken child
Why was she never even there
Back when she was defiled
And now grown up the girl pretends she's fine
Behind the sinister memories locked inside
She resents every fucking single time
That this child fell silent and lied
They asked her what her daddy did
They asked her how she felt
She still feels like a frightened kid
In this future she's been dealt
His breath still by her little ear
His hand between shaking legs
Her emotions mixed with love and fear
When after, her forgiveness he begs
She didn't want to hurt no one
She couldn't understand
What could this little girl of done
Controlled by mind and hand
And so she whispers in her sleep
Of the shadows in her past
Her secrets with her she must keep
Until her soul can rest at last.
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